The Shy Girl and The Jock

Chapter 2-- Paper and Pencil

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School goes by so fudging slow after lunch. I'm actually excited for the party tonight. Im not really a party person like Tay is, she has always been the louder more exciting friend between the two of us. Tay is so fun to be around and is really popular but she would never act like those spoiled cheerleaders.

I'm in my last class just staring off into space. History is the only class I dont have with Tay, which makes this class even more boring then it already is.

"Ebony." I heard someone call my name, bringing me back to reality.

"Ebony." I heard my name again. It's my history teacher, Mrs. Willis.

"Present." I say, not knowing what I am talking about.

"Present is not when the Colosseum was built Ebony." She raised her eyebrows. "Would you like another chance to answer the question?"

"Ummm?" Was all I can say. The whole class was staring at me. Five seconds felt like five hours. "Um, the Colosseum was built in..." the bell rings. Thank god, saved by the bell, literally. Mrs. Willis gave me a nasty stare, it was kind of akward, but she does that to everyone, all the time.

I grab my stuff,turn and head towards the door. Right as I stepped one foot out of the door I get knocked over. Again. Seriously? What's up with me getting knocked over today?

"Ebony, i'm so sorry." Said a familiar deep voice.

As I got back up I notice I was staring at some guy's shoulder, so I lift my head to see his face. Duke was staring straight down into my eyes with his deep brown chocolate eyes that could melt me. I'm amazed at how tall he was, no wonder he's a football player. How did I not notice this earlier?

"Duke?" I sounded too surprised. "No, no, it's ok, im the one who should be paying more attention." I said as I reached down to grab my pencil. As I stood back up I noticed that Duke had a piece of paper in his hand.

"Um I dont think that's mine." I said certain that I only dropped my pencil.

"Yea I know." He smiled. "I need your number so I can call you later to tell you when and where my party is."

"You can just tell me now. I have a good memory." Total lies. My memory is like a gold fish's memory.

"But that ruins my chance to get your number." I blushed. He smiled. Ugh why do I blush so much? I hate how people can see my cheeks turn red or pink.

"You blush a lot huh?" He touches my cheek with he soft, strong fingers. Fudge. He notices. "I personally think it's cute though."

"Really?" I bit down on my lower lip and blush even more. "Because I hate when I blush."

"Yea. And I like how your not that talkative like all the other girls I meet, I dont even get a chance to say a word." He looked down to my hoody and tugged on the string. "And I like how you can pull off a hoody. You actually make it look sexy. All those cheerleaders do is wear tight clothes that show off too much of their ta-ta's, its nasty and it makes them look like hookers." Did he just call me sexy? Did he just call the cheerleaders hookers?

I guess his girlfriend isn't a cheerleader then. Does he have a girlfriend? I wonder.

I look down trying to hide my embaressment for some reason, but he lifts my chin to look into my eyes again. Still keeping his eyes on mine, he tucks a piece of my hair that had fallen out of my loose bun behind my ear.

"How about that number of yours?" He asked with another of his bright smile. Oh how I love that smile.

I reach for the paper in his hand and take out my pencil. I can't belive he wants my number, nobody wants my number, well besides Tay.

"Thanks Ebony. I'll call you after football practice." He said while tucking the folded paper into his jean pocket.

"Okay."

"Bye Ebony, see ya later." He smiles as he's turn around and walks away.

"Bye Duke." I say also smiling.